Coming home from work about 6am one morning, I needed to stop for gas. I was not happy, the pricewas outrageous, and there was a cold steady rain falling, making the dark pre-dawn seem all the more dismal. I wanted nothing more than to get home to a warm bed.
The place I stopped was one of those big mega service in-out franchise places. Get what you need andget out, no personality but very effective. Bright lights and soft music helped ease the pain of the high prices. You know the place, we’ve all been there.
As I pulled up to the pumps, to my left I saw two dogs ,cold, wet and shivering , obviously abandoned, huddled by the pumps. I cannot express the sadness, the utter aloneness they conveyed. They were two, had been for maybe their entire lives, and now they were on their own, their future uncertain. But they stayed there keeping each other warm, waiting faithfully for their owners, the people in their lives that they had put their ultimate and unwavering trust in to return. Their sadness and resolve split the dreary darkness, I could not leave them. Their sorrow and uncertainty cut me deeply.
They were well trained and behaved, not a bit of suspicion or distrust in them. They reached out to me, probably the only person who had even given them a thought. They knew it was a desperate situation for them, but they didn’t know what else to do. They kept waiting, through cold and damp, no other alternatives. They would hold out hope that those who left them would return. The smaller dog, some sort of terrier was more outgoing; he (or she) came to me wanting contact, love. But he would not go far from his companion, a pretty black and white mutt that had some border collie in him (or her). I petted them both, trying to sooth them, to let them know that someone cared.
My heart sank, sank into darkness and despair. I would take them home with me in a minute, but living in an apartment, my landlord had already expressed his displeasure with pets. It was all about his assets, his rules. He would never see the greater cause, just as all the people who had pulled up for fuel and steadfastly ignored those dogs while I was there.
The attendant inside said the police had been called and the animal rescue league would take care ofthe dogs. We all know what that meant. I looked in those brown eyes, both dogs had them, and saw the utter realization that they were doomed, but they steadfastly stuck by each other, to the end if need be. They huddled together to keep warm, all the time looking at me with those imploring eyes. To see their eyes was to see creation-we are no different, we are all one.
Just then a couple in an SUV pulled up for gas. They were immediately totally concerned for the dogs, as I was. “How could someone do this?” While we all petted the dogs, they made the decision…”What will we name them?” There was no question they would take the dogs. Their compassion was like mine but they had the means to do something. By this time a policeman had arrived, and although genuinely concerned for the dogs, he could do nothing. But he allowed these wonderful folks to take the dogs, obviously going against regulations. I helped the people get the dogs in the back of their SUV. I’m sure the dirt and wet dog smell will permeate the vehicle for some time, but it didn’t matter to any of us. In a small way natural compassion, that which we are all born with, had triumphed, had saved fellow beings who were on the knife edge, cold, shivering and in despair. Their very lives hung in the balance, and we were able to make a difference.
God bless those two people who welcomed those two dogs. Their lives will be changed, but greatly enriched. We are all children of the universe, the same as the stars, the same as a common stone.
I waved as they left, then went to fill up my truck. And you know what? The outrageous price didn’t make a difference at all, it just didn’t matter.